Text post today. I joined some folks for French toast and a MFM threesome this afternoon. It’s my first time going all the way with the heterosexual sex act. I’ve been talking a lot about exploring my bisexuality, but I’ve been wondering– when I actually get down to brass tacks, is this going to be any more than just talk about open-mindedness?

It’s definitely more than just talk 😏

A couple snapshots of the afternoon– camaraderie with him while she’s spit roasted between us, the smirking look of “feels good, doesn’t it dude?” Camaraderie with her slobbering over his cock together, egging each other on. Catching her eyes in the middle of it all and blurting out how pretty she is– it happens for me the same way it does with men. Him bent over eating her out and me wondering if playing with his ass is on the table- then just going for it with my tongue (“I’ve gotten pegged a few times but haven’t had a bio-cock in there yet” he said later). His hairy chest and towering heft bearing down on her while I hold her hand, whispering to her “you’ve got this.”

In time I’ll be able to articulate the little differences I’m notices as I’m stepping out of gay territory. I’m enjoying the places where I feel incongruent, like I’m coming at this from a different sexual tradition and I’m interested to see what I have to offer here. I’ve seen that on straight-until-recently guys I’ve hooked up with, the feeling of “you have sex with a different accent.” For now, though, I’m just gonna focus on what new exploring I have to do.